I ain’t never won no fucking award
I’ve tried hard, shed
syllables of blood
Merely to attract your casual disregard
In essence, your poetry is no good
Good university,
expensive school
People like you prefer not to gloat
Artfully, you played me
for a fool
You encouraged me,
then you slit my throat
It must be fun to
patronise a lout
And to possess the keys to the jail
You promised,
emptily, to let me out
Carefully, you set me
up to fail
The door slammed shut, my dreams were broken
It was only ajar, never
open
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